Butterfly

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

In every claim to ties that break

As I step in to chaos, fear,

And slowly, my own self, remake.

The mind-forg'd manacles I see

In each habit, unexamined,

As I become what was meant to be,

And my self is reimagined.

The mind-forg'd manacles I feel

In every thought they try to take, 

As I reach towards what is real,

And my new self takes shape.